Free Crashed into Love: Episode Three by Seline White Page A

put it down to healthy island food and sweating out detoxes, but I hated to admit stress was a factor too.
    Nina bit her lip as she unhooked the leather, pulling it through the belt loops in one sharp tug. The noise of the buckle clattering on the wood floor echoed.
    She undid the top button. Her fingers grazing the highly sensitive skin below my navel.
    I shuddered as she brushed my cock, pulling the zipper down at an agonising slow pace. When the last tooth unzipped, she hitched her fingers over the material on my waist.
    “Off.” Her voice was husky, laced with desire. My stomach clenched as my cock responded to her need, swelling even more with overheated blood.
    I raised my hips with Nina still on top of me, and jerked my jeans off. They thudded against the wooden floor on top of my discarded belt. 
    My white boxer shorts strained with my erection, and I almost catapulted off the bed when she grasped it through the thin material. I’d never been so exposed or controlled before. No woman had reached for my cock but touched my heart instead. Every stroke resonated deeper, wove around my soul with every caress.
    My balls tightened as she brought me right to the precipice. I knew I should’ve rid myself of my sexual tension. I’d look like a teenage boy who couldn’t control himself.
    Capturing her hands with mine, I stilled her. Breathing hard, I gazed into her eyes, my lips desperate to kiss her.
    She leaned over me, hair cascading over her shoulder. She bit my lower lip with sharp teeth before rearing back to slink down my body. She stopped at the foot of the bed, on her knees.
    Oh fuck. She wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted to pay me back. My eyes slammed closed as every nerve, every sense, exploded to acute sensation.
    Her hot mouth descended on my cock and she breathed heavy through the material. I almost came with no other stimulation required. My hips jerked. “Shit, Nina…”
    Slowly, she reached up and tugged my boxers down. I sprang free, the heavy weight landed against my stomach. I was the only one naked and it was an odd dynamic. It turned me rather powerless. My brain misfired trying to perform x-ray vision, looking for the tight pink nipples I’d tasted. 
    Thoughts detonated out of my head as her lips encased my tip. Her tongue flashed out a moment later, tasting, licking.
    “Your mouth feels amazing.” It was true what they said about dancers. Rhythm was everything, and Nina had it down to an artistic flare. All I could focus on was her tongue lapping, her lips sucking, copper strands tickling my upper thighs and stomach.
    I delved fingertips into her hair, trying not to press down. I revelled in her head bobbing, bringing me such pleasure.
    “Fuck.” I shivered as a sharp band of the beginning of an orgasm grabbed me around the balls.
    I jerked my hips away from her mouth, hating the cool wetness left after the hot slickness. I leaned forward, dragging her up the bed. She came willingly, licking her lips.
    “I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.” I kissed her and tore her shirt off.

Chapter Twenty-Six
Nina
     
    I ’d unlocked a passionate monster. Liam was all hands, and mouth, and touch. His eyes blew wide as he ripped my blouse off.
    “Holy mother of God, what are you wearing?” His fingertips reached to trace my nipple barely visible in the shimmery material of my corset. I hated how restrictive it was. It wasn’t a matter of tearing it off so I could have his hands on my naked burning skin. Each hook and eyelet had to be undone.
    Liam fixated, running hands down my waist, his thumbs tracing the boning. “Did you wear this just for me?”
    I shivered under his touch, grinding my hips against his. It wasn’t fair he’d stopped me from sucking him. I was intoxicated with his scent. His musky taste, the sharp saltiness of pre-cum. I’d boiled with lust as he’d rippled in my mouth, I could’ve made him come then, but he’d stopped me. Spoil sport.
    I shook my head.